Summary Of Abneiro's Solopoly

Crimson

Anesthesia. Blood. Scalpels. Needles. These sights have always been all too familiar to doctors and their aids. However, the familiarity of these things was, to Abneiro, a sign of his woebegone past. The origin of Abneiro’s suffering was all too grounded in modernity. It was a measly 2 years ago when Abneiro had his fateful first encounter with his new allies. Abneiro’s life was simple before he found his way to Solopoly. Abneiro spent his early life tending the fires in the Trobo of the Rock, a desert tribe that had been in a non-stop war with Solopoly for many years. It was in the stark winter that the Trobo launched an attack on the Solopoly compound. Among them was Abneiro, armed far too lightly to handle the colony’s defense. A stray rifle shot went through the side of Abneiro’s head, grazing his cerebellum, incapacitating him and leading to him being imprisoned. After being given an ultimatum of death by malnutrition, Abneiro decided to join the colony. There was, however, a rather significant problem in that the bullet grazing Abneiro’s cerebellum permanently damaged his fine motor skills, so all he could ever do for the colony was clean and carry around rocks and the goods his comrades produced. From here forward,
He was still at peak functionality, but he felt something wrong deep within him. Abneiro could feel his veins and organs writhing within him as if they were rejecting their very place in his body. All Abneiro’s functions were reduced, and he had trouble so much as leaving his bed. Abneiro spoke of this to Hiltenun, but the doctor could never diagnose anything wrong with him. Within a week of the new year, Abneiro began to feel a deep emptiness within him. He craved the pills that saved him, but there were none to be had in the colony’s entire stockpile. Abneiro hoped to turn to other drugs to achieve the same feeling, drinking and smoking heavily, but nothing